Jame's P.O.V.

I glared at Jonathan.

"Nothing. There's no crush."

"Riiiiight. And so this girl you've been telling me about for around 27 hours a day and after whom you've been sighing and whining is nothing? And acting like a lovesick puppy whenever we skype and she is mentioned is not having a crush?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly.

I huffed and sat down on the floor, glaring at him for putting me in this situation. It was one thing telling him over Skype and it was another thing telling him in person. It was a lot less embarrassing over Skype. I knew though that Jonathan would end up getting everything out of me, he always did, no matter how much I resisted. There was a reason why he was my best friend: he knew me better than I knew myself.

He was actually the first, and only, person to know that I was a little. Not because I told him, but because he saw right through me and he confronted me about that. After that, he had become like an older brother to me, and he'd started taking care of me. Once again, without me telling him anything. He somehow not only saw right through me each time, but he also always knew what I needed and when I needed it. I was really happy to have him in my life. I was not, however, happy to have him here interrogating me right now. So I decided to ask him my own questions, hoping to distract him for a bit longer.

"I'll tell you everything later, but what about you and Jeremy? Are you guys officially together or is it still a secret of state?"

He blushed furiously and looked away. So I wasn't the only one embarrassed to talk about crushes in person.

"Oh, Jeremy?"

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes and nodded. "Yes, Jeremy, you know, that guy you're dating in secret?"

"The... guy I'm dating in secret?"

This time I couldn't stop myself and rolled my eyes, earning a glare. "Yes, the guy you're dating in secret. Is it still a secret?"

Jonathan rubbed his neck nervously and sighed. "It's complicated. My parents know, but his don't. They're kinda homophobic. And we can't let it be known because then they'd know. I swear people gossip too much."

I nodded understandingly and moved over to hug him really tight, sitting down comfortably on his lap. "I'm sorry you can't let it be known. On a happier topic, when will I get to meet him? I need to make sure that he's not some creep out for your shell collection."

He burst out laughing at this, making my heart bounce happily in my chest at seeing him laugh so freely. I hated seeing him down or nervous or embarrassed, even if embarrassing and teasing him was always fun. When he had calmed down he wiped away the tears that had sprung up from all the laughing and looked at me half seriously.

"How about a deal?"

I raised my eyebrow. "A deal?"

"Yes," he nodded, "you'll get to meet him when you'll have confessed to your crush and asked her out."

"What?! No!! No no no no," I shook my head vehemently, "that's not a possibility Jonathan!"

He smirked and nodded his head. "It is. And it will happen. Even if I have to take matters into my own hands."

At this, I growled at him and lightly bit his shoulders. This was absolutely not acceptable, Jonathan wasn't allowed to take matters into his own hands. To make sure I got my point across, and because I might have been feeling slightly little, and maybe bratty as well, I bit his shoulder again. However, that was without counting on the fact that Jonathan had designated himself as my caregiver and that he didn't especially enjoy being bitten by bratty me.

He pulled me away from his shoulder and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What was that little boy?" He asked in his stern voice, making me look down guiltily.

"Sorry Jo, I no bite again," I whispered, looking down and petting his shoulder so it didn't hurt anymore.

"I know you won't, you're a good boy, right?" He asked, this time with a softer tone and stroking my hair, making my eyes close in bliss.

I nodded eagerly. "Yes!! Good boy!!" If there was one thing I wanted, it was to be a good boy and make him proud. He had been there for me when I needed him the most, and when I was leading a not so healthy lifestyle and I owed him at least that.

He smiled at my response and hugged me tight.

"Now, where is the Lion King hiding?"